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An Australian Practitioner
Here
amidst the cold too long, relentless
winds, realms maligned, shadow and stark. Lifetimes descending, shuffling
blind under
the cadence, clamour of an awkward drum.
Behold,
our winters lifting, let the light of grandest suns emerge! When the last
vestige
of resistance subsides, futile before many a wakeful heart.
Configurations
of a new world aflame,
illuminating, prevails of boundless calm.
From the cold of winters melting, captured
by pallor no more. As multitudes we come,
steering our journey towards flawless heights…
Where
blossoms now ignite the air, one
infinite song of Spring resounds.
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